The next time I woke up it was 6:59 a.m. I was lying naked in bed, and there was still a stainless-steel shackle locked tightly on my ankle. April and her mother were both standing above me, wearing identical bathrobes.
"So, what did you think of my slave?" April asked her mother.
"She was incredible," her mother replied, smiling, "Thanks for sharing her with me. She was the best sex I've had in ...ever."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," April replied, smiling back to her mother.
Then, she looked down at me, and said, "If my mother found your performance to be unsatisfactory, I was going to punish you severely. It would have hurt my reputation if my slave didn't do a good job pleasing the women I loaned her out to."
"She did a great job," her mother said, still smiling enthusiastically, "She was amazing. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share her with me on a regular basis? Like maybe, once or twice a week? It would massively boost my endorphin levels and be extremely good for my morale."
All of Mrs. Ladd's reservations about having sex with a teenager seemed to have completely vanished. Her anxieties about her reputation, about being called a cradle-robber seemed to have disappeared. She now seemed totally at ease about having me as a lover.
April laughed and asked, "Just how much fun
did
you have with her last night?"
"A lot more than I'd expected," Mrs. Ladd told her daughter, "A lot more than I've had in years. It's the sort of fun I'd like to have again."
* * * * * * * * * *
It wasn't long after that, that I ended up moving in with Mrs. Ladd and her daughter. On the surface of it, things looked quite innocent. April and I were basically the same age. We were both in our late teens, and lots of young ladies moved in with their teenage, female friends when they left home. It was considered a practical way of saving money, by sharing expenses. And; being that April and I were both female; the casual observer would assume that there was no sex involved.
When I wasn't at my receptionist job at the pharmaceutical company, I was packing up cardboard boxes and getting all my stuff ready to move to the Ladd Household. I ended up sharing a bedroom with April. Mrs. Ladd was a gracious host, and for the first few days the household had a real family atmosphere to it. I felt almost like Mrs. Ladd was my mother, and April was my sister. Both April and her mother helped me carry cardboard boxes, unpack cardboard boxes and find places to store all my stuff. April set aside space in her closet for my clothes, and Mrs. Ladd helped set up my computer in an unused corner of the living room.
However, the family atmosphere didn't last long, and within ten days or so, things started to get deliciously kinky.
Of course, I had told April and her mother about the dream I'd had, where I was naked and publicly whipped on the athletic field of my old high school. That was an intensely erotic dream, and I would have allowed April to recreate the entire dream in the real world, but a public spectacle with a nude whipping at a public place like the athletic field of Fairwind High School just wouldn't be possible. Somebody would call the police and have me arrested for public indecency.
However, there was another part of my dream that
was
possible and was still highly erotic.
In my dream, I was whipped by a servant that worked for the Ladd Household. She was a tall, lithe woman with an East-European accent. In my dream, she wore a very smart-looking uniform and carried a wicked, panful-looking whip in one hand.
In my dream, this woman was hired to be my disciplinarian. She was to make certain that I was properly groomed, worked hard, given strict rules to follow and cruelly punished whenever I failed to follow those rules.
Apparently, Mrs. Ladd and her daughter had spent a great deal of time discussing the possibility of hiring someone that could play the role of the strict disciplinarian from my dream. Both April and her mother spent hours doing research and trying to find a woman that was ready, willing and able to play that role. They had interviewed numerous women for the job without ever informing me of their plans. They kept the whole thing a secret from me, until they found the perfect applicant for the job.
I didn't find out about any of this until one day; after I came home from work; and I met Stefania.
Stefania; much like the woman in my dream; was tall and lithe, and had an impressively narrow waist. She had an oval face, and high cheekbones. She was wearing a very smart-looking black uniform that was tight around the waist and torso, showing off her slender waist and flat tummy. Her uniform had long, black sleeves, with crisp, white wrist cuffs, and a crisp, white collar. Her uniform fit her so perfectly, I assumed that it had been custom-tailored for her body. Her black, leather shoes and black stockings matched the rest of the uniform, and helped give her a very organized, very no-nonsense look. The uniform itself gave off an aura of efficiency and order.
She was tall enough, slender enough and graceful enough that she could have been a runway model. She had perfect posture, and her face had the potential to be pretty, however when she made eye-contact with me, her gaze was cold and merciless. It was utterly devoid of human warmth or empathy.
"Cheryl, this is Stefania," Mrs. Ladd explained, after I entered the dining room area, "She's going to be living here now. I've hired her as a live-in servant."
April smiled at me, and then smiled at her mother. She was absolutely giddy with anticipation.
"Tell her what Stefania's responsibilities will be," suggested Mrs. Ladd's daughter.
"Stefania will be our housekeeper," Mrs. Ladd said, "However, she will also be your disciplinarian. The household chores will be split between you and Stefania. Stefania will decide which chores she does and which chores you will do."
"Also, I will supervise, and inspect the quality of your work," added Stefania, giving me judgmental glare.
Stefania's voice was cold and admonishing. She also had a thick, East European accent, just like the woman from my dream. That accent might be Ukrainian, or it might be Russian or Romanian. I was horrible at accents, so I wasn't sure, however, her accent, combined with her intimidating physical appearance, left me feeling instantly submissive towards her.
"And if Stefania finds the quality of your work to not be up to her standards," Mrs. Ladd said, "We've given Stefania the authority to punish you in any manner she deems fitting."
"I've told Stefania that you have a very high pain tolerance," April added helpfully, "I've told her not to be shy about turning your bottom red."
I made some incoherent vowel-sounds at this point. My heart was thudding painfully in my chest, and I felt feverishly hot. This was very much like some of my most intense sexual fantasies come to life, and it was overwhelming. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and I wondered if I might pass out. I took in a deep breath, and then I slowly exhaled. I didn't want to pass out, so I tried to calm myself and slow down my racing heart.
"She's also to be in charge of your grooming," Mrs. Ladd offered helpfully, "From now on, she'll be the one who washes you, shampoos your hair, shaves your legs, shaves your armpits, shaves your vulva, applies your makeup and brushes your teeth. She'll also decide what you wear to work each day, and help dress you anytime you're allowed to wear clothing. She'll make sure you look presentable."
Wow. I was blown away by all of this. Even in my wildest fantasies, I didn't think this much control would ever be taken from me. I had always assumed that even the most submissive of slave-girls would still have the freedom to shower and groom themselves without any interference! Stefania was going to take away
even that
small piece of independence from me!
"April suggested that you should also be available to Stefania, sexually," Mrs. Ladd explained, "I only agreed to this after I got her medical records forwarded to me, showing that she was free of all sexually transmitted diseases. All of her tests show that she's perfectly healthy, so I've given the go ahead."
"If she orders you to eat her pussy, you have to do it," April elaborated.
"I will punish you, if you refuse to have sex with me," Stefania said coldly, "I have seen punishment room downstairs. I will be looking for excuse to take you down there."
"We'll be giving Stefania a great deal of leeway in deciding when and how you'll be punished," Mrs. Ladd said.
"I will be giving you list of rules," Stefania added, "If you fail to follow my rules, I will make you sorry little girl."
I felt a libidinous heat between my legs, and there was a throbbing in my sex and my nipples, that seemed to match the intense beating of my heart. My mouth was dry and I felt a delicious sort of fear as Stefania explained how much control she would be taking away from me, and how helpless I was going to be before her stern authority. An agonizing wave of desire passed through me, and I shifted my weight from foot to foot, as this Eastern European woman basically claimed me as her own personal sex slave.
"The first rule that my little blonde slave-girl needs to follow is rule about clothing. I expect you to be naked at all times, unless I personally give you permission to wear clothes. When you come from work, I expect you to strip naked, immediately. There must be no hesitation in this, or I will punish."
April and her mother both gave me an expectant look. Stefania gave me an expectant look as well, only her look was much colder, and more authoritarian than the looks April and her mother gave me. The pounding in my head, and the overwhelming, feverish heat in my loins made it hard to think, but I suddenly realized that Stefania, April and April's mother were all expecting me to strip naked, and to do it quickly.
With trembling hands I reached for the front of my blouse and began undoing buttons. Then, I unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my hips. I shed my clothes as rapidly as I was able, not wanting to displease my new disciplinarian. I had been given no warning that Mrs. Ladd would be hiring a stern, authoritarian woman to supervise, control and punish me, but I was attempting to adjust to my new situation as quickly and seamlessly as possible.
When I stood naked before Stefania, she looked me over with an air of superiority. She may have been the Ladd's household servant, but my status was lower than hers. Stefania's body language and facial expression made that obvious immediately.
