The Training of Scarlet Worthy (19 page)

The drawers in the chest were likewise empty. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I turned to face it.
I’m pretty, I’m really pretty,
I thought.
I like the look of my shaved pussy and my body is really pretty.
I was in a bit of shock. I had never really examined myself in a full mirror at this distance. I pirouetted and looked over my shoulder. My bottom was perfectly shaped. I wiggled a bit and giggled at my sexy move.

Perhaps My Lady is right, perhaps I will have suitors lined up to meet me. It felt quite erotic and pleasing. I purred at my reflection. I decided to follow this path to see if I could really be attractive. I thought.
It would be great to have a boyfriend.

My ass began to vibrate. Once more I said the words. “My Name is Scarlet….”

The vibration stopped when I completed my vow, but I felt that wicked tingle between my legs. Don’t touch yourself Scarlet, she will see you and…. I stopped in my tracks. It was the first time I had thought of myself as
Scarlet
. I liked how it sounded in my mind. Sibyl was slowly vanishing. I looked at the sexy redhead in the mirror. I smiled.
I won’t miss that wimpy farm girl…..this new package is really hot!

I was naked and sitting on my couch in my living room. I decided to give up working on the sketch of the suite. I didn’t care if she watched me. It didn’t matter. I realized it was futile. I belonged to her. I was simply another object that belonged in the suite. Suddenly My Lady’s voice.

“Hello Scarlet. You’re on the speaker dear, so be nice.” She laughed.

“I was just telling the Judge about you. He said he would like to meet you someday. I told him you were
fully packed
with work, but that perhaps you could spare the time to say hello.” She snickered at the naughty secret that we shared.

I heard a man’s voice. “Hello Scarlet. Lady Julia was singing your praises, are you really that good of an Executive assistant?”

I groped for an answer. I blurted it out. “I belong to Lady Julia Judge. My single purpose is to service her in any way."

“Wow! Now that is dedication. I’d love to have someone as committed as you Scarlet, and also as pretty as Lady Julia says you are? Now
that
, I’d consider that a bonus.”

He was slurring his words. It sounded like My Lady had opened the wine cellar and she was keeping the judge’s glass full. He turned his attention to Lady Julia. “Do you think I could borrow Scarlet for a week or two Lady Julia?” He snickered.

“Oh Judge,” she laughed. “I think something could be worked out, as Scarlet put it so well. Her single purpose is to service me in any way. Isn’t that right Scarlet?"

I squeezed my cheeks against the plug. “Yes My Lady, in any way. I would value the chance to be of service to the judge. Is that your wish?”

I was teasing her. It felt good to accelerate her little game.

She became serious. “We shall see Scarlet. You continue
plugging
away. I’ll see you soon. I’ll say your good byes to the Judge.”

There was a sharp jolt in my ass, and then five in a row. I jumped to my feet in a wild dance to escape the sting. Finally it stopped. She knew that I was jousting with her and she had punished me for my bold tease.

By nine o’clock I had recited my oath twenty times. I no longer needed the index card. The words were imbedded in my memory as deeply as was the butt plug. I was beginning to enjoy the vibrations. My pussy was moist.

An hour or two after my conversation with the Judge, My Lady entered my suite. She was dressed like a queen. She wore a long red dress, an A-line floor-length chiffon evening dress. She was smashing. The ruffled beading on the dress matched the diamond choker at her neck. My pride in the new Scarlet had me feeling strong and bold. I stood naked to greet her. She looked me over.

“There were no clothes.” I smiled and pirouetted so that she could see my entire body. “This is the only outfit I could manage. Do you like it?” I spoke it like a sexy teenage girl teasing her.

“So you want to show off. Is that it? Well then, as you wish Scarlet. Stay put. I’ll be back.” She disappeared into her suite and returned as quickly. She dropped a pair of black heels in front of me. “Put them on.”

The heels were four inches tall. I slipped them on, wobbled a bit, and gained my balance. She eased behind me and before I knew what she was about, I felt something thick being pulled under my chin and around my neck. I heard a click. She had placed some sort of a leather collar on me. It went from my under my now elevated chin and rested firmly on my collarbones.

The sound I heard was the small padlock securing it in place. She produced a leash and attached it to the metal ring in the front of the collar.

She led me to the same mirror that I had earlier admired myself. Once again I saw the same redheaded girl, but she was even sexier than before. My legs were now accentuated by the skyscraper heels and my body was presented as pure raw sex.

My head was forced upward and my posture made perfect by the stiff collar. I was to learn
that
was the intent of the posture collar, and the effect was dramatic - a bizarre bondage tableau, my image made my pussy stir. I squeezed my cheeks on the now comfortable butt plug, the one-time raw penetrator now fueled my ass and my pussy with desire.

I teased My Lady without being asked. I wanted her to touch me, in any way – just touch me. I rotated like a slutty dancer, and smiling broadly, I recited my vow in the most submissively sweet voice I that I could conjure.

"My name is Scarlet Worthy. I am the personal slave to Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau. I am her property. My body belongs to her. My single purpose is to service her in any way."

I feel to my knees and began kissing her feet.

My Lady pulled on the leash. “Get up Scarlet. I like your creative greeting, and your playful attitude is splendid. I truly am happy that you embrace some whimsy, however we will have guests any minute. Follow me into my suite. I need you to check on the refreshments.”

I followed My Lady. Occasionally she would jerk my leash playfully. My legs were taught and adjusting to the fashion heels, but I felt tall, sexy, and pretty. The combination gave me an audacious sense of myself. I was designing Scarlet Worthy on the fly and she was quite the self-confident girl.

“Lady Bradstreet is spending the night. She will be bringing BB. Prepare a tray of snacks and set out the wine to breathe. It’s always a surprise what Peg will be drinking, so make sure we have a large selection. BB can fend for herself.

Lady Julia began dialing the phone. She unhooked my leash with her free hand. I set about organizing a snack plate.

“You’re here already? Wonderful come right up. Madison will show you the way, and Scarlet will meet you at my door. Be prepared Peg. Scarlet is on a pair of four inch heels, she’s naked and locked in a posture collar. We have a bit of a lesson going on this evening. I’ll explain.”

I could hear “Peg” laughing in the background. She seemed to be engaged in some sort of mischief with My Lady. “Okay, that will be fun. I’ll leave a little velvet bag outside the door and they can be twins.” Both women were laughing and excited about something.

I checked the suite to make sure all was in order. I went from chair to couch prancing about and organizing the large white living room, fluffing pillows and arranging knickknacks to insure tidiness. I was serious about making our Manor presentable. The fact that I was naked and locked in a posture collar did not interrupt my sense of pride. I really wanted My Lady to be proud of her personal slave. She passed me on the way to her bedroom and patted my ass. I was sure it was a subtle complement. I shivered at her touch. It was good to feel pretty, sexy and appreciated. I squeezed my cheeks and embraced the plug.

The doorbell chimes interrupted my swoon. I moved slowly toward the door. I could only take small steps in the platform heels. I opened the door, and my mouth dropped open. There were two women standing in the hall. One, the older of the two, was smiling and the younger one was fidgeting from one leg to the other. I could see why. She stood in the hall as naked as myself, she also in heels, and also collared in the same manner as myself. The older woman had her on a leash.

“You must be Scarlet.” The woman bellowed. She looked past me into the suite. “Either that or Julie’s hiding a second drop dead gorgeous redhead inside somewhere.” She looked from side to side and laughed at her own joke.

“Well are you going to let us in or are we all going to party in the hall?” Again the infectious laugh.

I laughed. “I’m sorry Lady Bradstreet, please come in. May I take your wrap?”

She pitched a fur stole at me and I caught it and held it against my body. She stepped passed me pulling the struggling naked young woman in tow.

Lady Bradstreet was a thing to behold. She was tall and of an opulent figure, a bit senior to Lady Julia, early fifties I would have estimated. She would best be described as a “broad.” The woman was fit and feisty, with an outrageous sense of humor. She had no filter on what she would say or do - I was told that
what
she would do was something that would make any slave tremble.

“Julie, you in there? It’s Peg and her little slut. Where are you?”

“I’ll lead you to her My Lady, she must be way in the rear.”

“In the rear, funny I’m told that the two of you may have something in the rear.” She spun BB around so that her back was facing me. “Bend over BB. Does that look familiar Scarlet dear?”

BB had the exact same butt plug inside her ass as me. BB was a bit taller than me, a brunette, but from a distance we could easily have been mistaken for a set of bizarre bookends at a kinky costume party. BB’s face was red. Behind her lay a pile of her clothes.

“Last minute wardrobe change here in the hall honey.” Lady Bradstreet giggled. “We didn’t want BB here to feel overdressed. Now you both appear to have the same wardrobe consultant, and as a fact here she is - Julie!”

The visitor dropped the leash and rushed past me to embrace her friend.

BB and I locked eyes. She was thinner than me, her breasts were tiny, but her curves were otherwise lovely. Her hair was short, cut in a vintage bob with sharp bangs, her hair hugging the sides of her head. Her eye makeup was thick and bold, her lipstick a bright red. She was pretty. Dressed appropriately she would have passed for a 1920’s flapper. We exchanged smiles. We were kindred spirits and sisters in slavery. We connected immediately.

I may have just met my first girlfriend since I’ve been in Europe.
I thought. Truthfully I could not identify a single girlfriend in my whole miserable life. How odd would it be if my first friend was a girl, who like myself, had committed her life to the indentured service of one woman.

“What do you have to do to get a drink around here?” The bawdy voice of Peg Bradstreet filled the space.

I hustled toward the kitchen. “Coming My Lady,” I moved as fast as I could with the plug jammed inside of me and the sky-high heels slowing my stride. When I reached the kitchen Lady Peg Bradstreet was leaning against the countertop and chatting feverishly with her friend. It sounded like they were catching up on the local gossip.

Lady Bradstreet continued to talk. She held her wine glass out toward me and simply said – “White.”

I filled her glass with a de Trafford Chenin Blanc. She drank half of it in a single swallow, and held it out again for me to top it off.

I poured a second glass for Lady Julia. They walked side by side into the living room and I followed silently with the tray of snacks. BB entered the room and stood at the edge of the open French doors. She lowered her eyes and folded her hands in front of her. She appeared to have taken a position of submission and she was waiting for her orders. She didn’t have to wait long.

“BB, have you met Scarlet?” BB silently shook her head indicating that that she had not.

“Well, I think out two slaves should get acquainted. Don’t you Julie?” She took a seat on the couch next to My Lady and placed her wine glass on the table to her side.

“Scarlet, give BB a big kiss. Make her feel welcome at the Manor.” Lady Julia said.

I covered the room in a few strides and was facing BB. I held out my arms. BB smiled and stepped into my embrace. She raised her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek and she returned it. She was warm, and her body felt wonderful against mine. I hugged her tight. The nipples on her tiny breasts were rock hard. I rubbed my breasts against her. I was engaged in an erotic dance. I closed my eyes and squeezed my new slave girl friend. She squeezed me in return.

“That’s no kiss.” Lady Bradstreet bellowed. “Give Scarlet a REAL kiss BB.”

BB disengaged a little from me. Her hooded eyes met mine. She looked at me as if to get my silent approval or an acknowledgement from me that she had no choice. I removed both concerns from her. I kissed her passionately. I couldn’t stop myself. I had been naked for hours with a vibrating butt plug pulsing in my bottom and I was steaming hot. I wanted sex and BB was naked sex candy dangled in front of me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and tasted her sweetness. We convulsed against each other, our pubic mounds urgently rubbing together like dry matches, soaked in lust and ready to burst into flames. BB was moaning, her kissing became wet and untamed. We bucked and thrashed like animals.

“Stop!” My Lady’s voice filled the room. Then she laughed. “There will be no unauthorized orgasms.” She moved her hands indicating that we should part.

“Peg, I didn’t think it possible that your slave was as wired a sex animal as mine. Neither one of them have any restraint. It’s like both are always in heat. Maybe it’s the plug. Should we to unplug them? That’s always fun to watch.”

“Sure, let’s do it. I’ll do Scarlet and you can do my BB, okay?” Lady Bradstreet said.

Lady Julia nodded and her friend smiled in anticipation. Lady Julia cleared the few items from the coffee table. “Up here, both of you, kneel up here.” She patted the table top that fronted the two women.