In the evening the girls appeared, dressed in long to heel narrow cloaks, buttoned to the neck. Smiling carnivorous, they unbuckled me from the couch and perepalili in a chair on wheels, very similar to a wheelchair. Do not forget to even tie me to this gurney. Apparently, they were afraid that I would run down the road.

We drove out of the cell and drove along a long narrow corridor. On both sides, I saw the same doors as my room, which were covered with tin and with small swing flaps, most likely for observation. The lighting was dim, but more, I think, was not required. All the way, we have not met a single person.

Finally, we turned into a side gallery without doors and soon found ourselves near a wide sliding niche, also trimmed with iron. "Redhead" pressed a button on the wall, and the niche silently dispersed to the sides, freeing the way to the elevator.

We climbed to the desired floor and went to a wide hall, the floor of which was covered with carpet of unknown color. Soon we found ourselves in front of a high carved double door with large bronze curved handles.

The “black” clicked the lock, opened both doors and rolled my carriage into a spacious bright room, also covered with colorful carpets with a thick pile. The girls rolled me out into the middle of the room, and they themselves disappeared behind a secret door in the far corner.

The room was large and almost square. Its walls were sheathed, as it seemed to me, with silk of very beautiful colors with peacocks and flowers. Two large windows were half hung with heavy velvet curtains, spreading waves to the edges, and thick laces fastened there with golden thread, and heavy brushes were hanging at the ends.

I was very surprised. Where can there be windows when we are underground? But then I realized that all this is pure decoration.

Then I saw that in the corner there was a huge wide low four-poster bed, which was also likely to be silky with golden fringe. It was not props.

The pieces of furniture were made of antique from rare and expensive varieties of wood inlaid with mother of pearl and gilded metal. But the situation was not enough, which surprised me at first. But gradually I realized that in such palaces, of course, there are separate dressing rooms and compartments for shoes and other trifles. I suddenly thought that I had already seen a similar situation quite recently, but could not remember where it was and when.

While I was looking at the room and puzzled over the furniture, I didn’t notice how the girls appeared. They were dressed in a different way. "Black" was holding a small bundle, probably meant for me. The girls stood in front of me, and I was able to appreciate their clothes. In other matters, it was enough for me to look at one, because the second outfit was no different.

So, both beauties were dressed in thin long peignoirs, sewn of the finest silk, probably very expensive. On thin waists, they were picked up by wide belts tied on the side of a light knot that could be dissolved with one hand movement. Underwear girls do not wear. Her legs were shod in elegant narrow shoes with low heels, made with such elegance and skill that such a shoe would not refuse to go and the queen.

The girls untied me from the gurney and rudely pushed me to the floor.

- Now we will dress you, slave! - snarled "Redhead".

They began to "unpack" me and untie the straps. When my hands were free, the girls ordered me to take off all the rest of the clothes and to release my mouth.

The fingers, slack from the long inactivity, did not obey very well, but I managed to cope, and after a few minutes I was already completely naked in front of them.

- On knees! - shouted "Redhead", - Slave should kneel!

- I began to kneel, but “Black” slapped me on the cheek and shouted:

- Faster, lazy!

“Come on ...” I wanted to snap back, but “Black” again gave me a slap in the face.

- Shut up, rubbish! - She screamed, - Do not dare to talk to the lady without permission!

I swallowed tears and lowered my head.

- Raise your eyes! - ordered the "Redhead".

I looked at her and shuddered. The girl was not like herself. Her face was covered with crimson spots, her eyes were bloodshot, her mouth opened a little, revealing two rows of beautiful, but teeth, as if she wanted to throw herself at me and cling to my throat. The gorgeous mane of fiery red hair was disheveled, as if this psychopath had just fought with someone. “Black” was calm and even smiled watching this scene.

- Put it on! - “Redhead” hissed, throwing a bundle in my face.

My new clothes were intended for love games in which I was supposed to portray a slave-servant. Why portray? After all, I was, or should have become a slave! I began to put on all this ammunition, and my “mistresses” strictly followed the process and talked among themselves, commenting on whether this or that rag was suitable for me or not.

Finally, I appeared before them in proper form. I was wearing a short and narrow skirt of black shiny latex, covering the upper third of the thigh, a white apron and, again, a slave helmet. No underwear and shoes were given to me. Yes, it is understandable.

“Redhead” critically examined me from all sides and tightened my throat with a wide leather collar. Then she took a bag of thin leather from a small bedside table, put her hands behind her back and put it on, pulling the brush off with a thin belt. Next, from the same drawer, she removed the shackles with wide bracelets and snapped on the ankles.

The chain connecting the bracelets was so long that I could only take short steps. And if I walked fast, I would have to mince the legs, like eastern slave women in a harem.

"Black" quite smiled and completed this picture, inserting a globular gag into my mouth, securing it to my neck. I was again unable to speak clearly.

Attaching a thin leash chain to the collar ring, she led me to the bed, put it on her knees, and fastened the other end of the leash to the ring mounted in the leg. In doing so, I had to sit on my heels and bend my back forward. Such a posture turned out to be very uncomfortable for me, and after a short time my back began to ache.

I suggested that this is one of the points of the program to tame me, but from the conversation of the girls I realized that today the Boss had gone somewhere for business, and the girls decided to “have fun with a fresh girl” and, for one thing, conduct extraordinary educational work .

“Dinner wouldn't hurt,” said Redhead, lying on a bed.

- Will we feed our guest? - Black asked.

“Food needs to be earned,” the Redhead replied philosophically.

She clapped her hands, and after a moment the beggar drove off to the side, and the girl entered the room, pushing the serving table in front of her, filled with all sorts of things. I saw the ham, cut into small slices, and pieces of meat, and fruit. In the center of the table stood an elegant crystal decanter, obviously, with wine.

The girl made a deep curtsy and rolled the table to the bed. She was dressed just like me, only without a helmet, and her mouth was covered with a leather lining. The hands were not bound, but chained into light handcuffs with a short chain in front, which allowed them to hold on to the handle of the table and push it in the right direction. Her blond hair, long to the shoulder blades, was tightly intercepted by a thin cord at the back of the head and reminded me of a horse's tail.

The "redhead" casually waved her hand as if to drive away the mosquito, and the girl, repeating her squat, withdrew, semen on the carpet with her bare feet and ringing with shackles.

Such aromas struck in my nose that the stomach, which until this time had only digested porridge, creaked in every way. And the girls, seated on the bed, with delight absorbed all these delicacies, glancing wistfully at me.I didn’t feel such humiliation at all, but all I could do was sit chained ... Read more →