48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 49

"Please, Master, this slave is at the start of her training. It would be best if you entered her slowly. Thank you, Master."

Master's erection had grown as he watched Julie's ministrations, and he had no difficulty in lining up his rod at the slave's anus. A few tentative pushes got the tip properly seated and Master began more forceful thrusts. Taj responded by widening the stance of her knees, pushing back at the Master's rod, and grunting softly with every second thrust. Gradually, Master's cock disappeared into his slave's bottomhole.

"Ah, it feels so tight," gasped the Master. Julie added a bit more lube to where Master was penetrating his slave. "Thanks," the Master murmured, continuing the thrust and withdraw rhythm he had established. Taj seemed to be taking the use of her bottomhole well, thought Julie. She was bucking against each thrust and moaning softly with each withdrawal. But a glance at her eyes showed her pain.

Julie marveled at the young slave's ability to display acceptance, even pleasure, while suffering from such forced use. Julie had always accepted these uses — they were a slave's lot, weren't they? But she had never been able to show the "enthusiasm" that Taj was showing. In an attempt to add some pleasure to the young slave's work, Julie began to stroke Taj's labia and clit. It took only a moment for the young slave to flash a smile at her mentor.

Master rose up the ladder of arousal and climaxed, his day involving probably the most shattering series of orgasms he had ever had, Julie thought. The Enterprises' slaves had maintained their reputation once again.

Their client lay easily on the back of his slave, breathing heavily. Finally, he withdrew from his slave and stood up. "Julie," he announced, "thank you for this introduction to bondage and anal sex."

It seemed as if he was about to extend his remarks, but Julie wasn't sure she wanted praises from this person whose simple business position entitled him to use of two slaves. She made a deep curtsy and hurried to say "Please, Master, your slaves are honored by your attentions."

Master made no further comment and Julie went about freeing Taj from her remaining bondage. Together, they fell into the Obeisance Position, foreheads to the floor but within range of Master's feet should he desire their kisses there.

He didn't think to command this act of submission.

Julie moved to Position One and suggested that Master might enjoy a shower, administered by his two beautiful slavegirls. Master agreed and the First Slave shepherded the trio into the suite's large bathroom. A moment to adjust the water spray and temperature and the slaves began massaging Master's tired body, followed by soaping and rinsing, all with the tender touches of their dutiful hands. Then, fluffy towels dried Master and Taj used the suite's comb to arrange Master's hair.

A refreshed Master thanked his slaves, adding a light stroke of a breast for each slave. "I think I'm ready for sleep," he remarked. "Julie, if I may keep Taj with us overnight, I'd like to sleep spooned with both of you."

Julie didn't need to think about Master's "request." Her duty as a slave was to comply, to submit, to any command, right? And, did Taj have any more pressing appointments this evening?

"Please, Master, it shall be as you wish." There would be no other response in the House of The Enterprises.

Taj turned down the bedcovers and slipped in, followed by Master and Julie, who had lowered the lights. There was a bit of thrashing around as Master got comfortable between two of the loveliest hotel amenities his travels had provided. Then, with a slave's breast in each hand, Master slid into the arms of Morpheus.

That god of dreams provided Master with a few beneficent visions and aspirations. When Taj awakened him by licking and sucking on his morning erection, he was enthusiastic about another bout of fellatio. Again, Taj swallowed every drop.

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Chapter 167: A Good Day Leads to "Niceties," Then Questions

Julie found herself not wanting Master's attentions, and she directed Taj to take Master for a morning shower and to see to his morning shave while she fussed over ordering breakfast and setting out Master's clothes for the day's meetings.

For the Master, having two slaves get him through the usual morning activities was overwhelming. By the time he had been ushered from his suite to the elevator, he realized that he was not focused on the day's business. Rather than going straight to the Conference Room for his scheduled meeting, he went to the Lobby and took a short walk outside The Enterprises' headquarters.

He was a few minutes late for the meeting, and a concerned staffer asked if all was satisfactory. Mr. CAT laughed and remarked, "Yes, indeed! I've had the ministrations of two of the loveliest ladies since I arrived. For a poor boy from the UK, that's enough to sweep me off my feet. I just needed a few moments to get my mind back on the businesses we're here to discuss."

The executives shared glances and laughed politely. They understood, of course, what Mr. CAT was talking about. His admission, however, lessened their impression of him and the company he represented, and their negotiating tactics stiffened. By the end of the day, the projects they had agreed to were on much more favorable terms than they had estimated during their preparatory exchanges. This, and the slaves' part in it, was duly reported to Martin's office, where Niamh also passed the news to Anne and Pat.

When Mr. CAT returned to Room 204 at the end of the day, he was met, again, by a naked Julie in Position One. He circled the slave, considering what commands to issue.

"Slave, I've had a successful day. The negotiations were complex, but I've got several projects signed up, which is what I came here for. I think the care you and the other slave showed me set me up for this good result. I'm pleased with your service and I'd like to show my appreciation. But, I'm not sure what slave protocols allow. Can you explain the niceties here before I make a complete fool of myself?"

Julie was surprised by this admission, and her impression of her "client" improved. She had forced herself to "behave" while Master was using — or was it abusing? — the young slave. Now, she realized that Master was simply enjoying the amenities The Enterprises provided. She was just one of those "amenities" — a fairly standard slave. Now, Master had asked a question, so she concentrated on formulating an answer, rather than on exploring her personal feelings.

"Please, Master, your slave is not certain about what you called 'niceties.' May I please call my supervisor for better information?"

Mr. CAT agreed and Julie called Anne. She explained what Mr. CAT wanted to know and heard Anne laughing at the other end of the telephone connection. Before she could continue, Anne simply ordered Julie to pass the phone to Mr. CAT.

Julie only heard one side of the conversation, but it was enough to figure out that she was not in trouble, that Mr. CAT was within his rights to seek to "show his appreciation," and that taking her out to dinner was a reasonable appreciation. Anne suggested a restaurant presenting Italian cuisine in an informal setting and, when Mr. CAT approved, indicated that she would make reservations and have transportation ready in one hour.

Mr. CAT announced all this, while Julie blushed a bit at all this effort just for her benefit. Master waved it off, saying that her efforts were what made possible his success at getting agreement for his firm to carry out projects for The Enterprises.

Julie took the occasion to don a-sheath dress with the neckline in a more open position, but without undue exposure of her breasts. She laid out a fresh shirt for her Master, along with grey slacks and a blue blazer. They were on time for the limo.

Julie was uncomfortable, at first, eating from her own plate and with fine silverware. For so many months, she had become used to eating as a slave, relying on using a piece of bread to scoop nourishments from a bowl or being hand-fed by a Master while kneeling on the floor in Position One. For the first course, she was silent as she tried to feel comfortable eating just like a free person. She was particularly on guard whether her Master would order wine for the dinner. She didn't know that this was something Anne had told Master about while discussing the arrangements.

In the limo riding back to The Enterprises, Julie could not help herself. She slid off the seat into Position One on the floor, bent her head in submission, and thanked her Master for his care and his concerns for his slave. At that moment, he was truly at the center of her universe.

In the Master's suite, Julie shed her dress in a sexy striptease and undressed her Master with many extra touches and strokes of her hands. Master took her slowly and gently at the start, but with more vigor as the two of them rose in arousal to a mutual orgasm. Julie cleaned Master, as was proper, and the pair drifted off to sleep.

Master woke first so Julie had no opportunity to lick or suck his morning erection as a "wake-up call." Mr. CAT dismissed that service saying he'd had enough arousals and orgasms "to last me all the way back to home." He did promise to put the bondage maneuvers Julie and Taj had shown him into his relations with his current women.

"Perhaps I'll be able to tell you how they responded on my next visit?" Mr. CAT remarked. Julie laughed. She suspected that she wouldn't be in Hong Kong when her "client" made his next visit.

Julie laid out fresh clothing for Master's trip home and packed his cases. When the Security crew came to take Mr. CAT to his early morning flight, they passed the message that Julie was to report to Anne at the Executive Floor.

A grinning Anne hugged her friend as they had breakfast in the kitchen. The Concierge Chief joined them and her questions took Julie through the entire time she had been serving Mr. CAT. It was a debriefing more extensive and detailed than any Julie had had at the law office where she had worked "before."

One idea upset Julie. She had felt several emotions during her service of the businessman that, pointedly, showed Mr. CAT had not been at the center of her universe. This was not up to the standards she had been taught at The Enterprises. She admitted these to Anne and the Chief and awaited whatever "correction" they would prescribe.

Instead, Anne moved to embrace the slave she had helped introduce to slavery. "Julie, this is just one of the little blips a slave has from time to time. You should focus on the other side of the coin. Even with these feelings, you performed all of your services up to our Standards. And, later that evening, you gave yourself to your Master, didn't you?"

Julie nodded and the Chief added her views. "My dear, The Enterprises' form of slavery is to get your performance of the services wanted. We don't want automatons, slaves who can't think about what they are doing. We do want to use your body, but that's not how we want to use your mind. Do you understand?"

The Standard Slave Question made Julie consider whether she really did understand what she had been told. Her questioners waited until she had formulated her ideas. "Please, Ma'am. Your explanation makes sense, and I feel better about the event. I will continue to try to serve The Enterprises. Thank you, Ma'am."

Anne gave a bit of a laugh and came back with, "Julie, you don't think part of that was just plain jealousy? He was using the younger slave, probably the more beautiful slave?"

Julie's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She managed a few syllables before Anne and the Chief started laughing vigorously.

Anne explained, "We caught you, didn't we? There was just a bit of envy there, wasn't there? So, it wasn't any real rebellion, you see?"

Julie managed to close her mouth without more stuttering sounds. Her blush took a bit longer to fade. She was glad when the Chief announced her next day's work.

"Julie, you're going to continue in our department for a bit longer. We want you to become familiar with the databases we use and the procedures we follow. They may not be exactly what you'll need in the UK, but at least you'll have some familiarity with what is needed to run a House of Slavery."

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Chapter 168: Niamh's Evening Out

The last few days had brought many changes to Niamh, and yet surprisingly few novelties. She was no longer an asset of The Enterprises, nor, as she had sometimes said, a liability. She was now an employee, with a salary. Not that she was going to see much of it; there were deductions for room and board, for use of the Gym, for clothing, and Niamh now appreciated that the clothes she wore, and had previously worn, were all designer items with hefty price tags.

If this carries on, she thought, I'll owe more to The Enterprises than if I had remained their slave. The balance of her earnings went to Martin to defray the cost of her purchase. She did get a little pocket money though, for the occasions when she had to venture into the city on an errand for Martin or for Jane, the Marketing Manager for whom she also worked.

Otherwise, her routine had been verymuch the same as before. Martin had said that belonging to him would not be easy, and she was learning that it was so. He rose early and followed a routine of exercise and at least twenty lengths of the pool. Now, he took Niamh with him to the Gym, and his demands were equally as thorough as those of Igor and her other trainers had been. Often, around mid-day he would take her and run on the tracks above Aberdeen district.

On this particular day, Jane had sent her to pick up some glossy photographs from one of the studios which The Enterprises used. As they were for the marketing project that Niamh was now working on, she had also to approve them. However, the photographs were not quite ready when Niamh arrived, so she had the rare pleasure of some time to kill.

She went to a nearby cafe to wait. Leaning back into an easy chair, with only a large cappuccino to concentrate on, was luxury for Niamh. She set the alarm on her phone for half an hour and relaxed.

She went over the last hectic days in her mind. When Martin had said, Tonight we are going out, Niamh had no idea what to expect, but she had been excited by his carefree mood. She had eagerly joined him as he selected a lacy thong underwear, but no bra, and an elegant navy, three-quarter length evening dress and heels. A silky ruffle gown with a wrap skirt, it had a deep V neckline with a tulip-frilled, high-low hemline which drew attention to her shapely legs. The plunging back explained the absence of a bra.

A dab of perfume and she had thought she was ready, but Martin had said, One more thing. He had gone to the wall safe and brought out a dazzling silver necklace, studded with emeralds, and fastened it around her neck. With her flaming red-gold hair forming a halo around her pale face, she was transformed from a merely beautiful woman to a kind of exotic elfin princess. Niamh had gaped at her reflection in the full-length mirror, turned to Martin, and boldly kissed him on the lips.

He had laughed and returned her kiss, taking her by the waist as they headed out.

A few minutes later, their black limo was gliding out onto Aberdeen Promenade, headed for the Motorway and tunnel that led to Kowloon. In the back seat sat Martin; Niamh knelt beside him. Her head rested lightly on his knee. Where are we going, she had asked; but he had replied only, For a simple supper.

The limousine arrived at Number 1 Austin Road, Kowloon where Martin had placed her on his arm and taken the lift to Tin Lung Heen restaurant. They had been greeted by the Maître d'Hôtel and ushered to a table with a view of the harbour. The restaurant was nearly full, and Martin paused occasionally to greet a fellow diner.

Some she had seen in meetings at The Enterprises. Martin often brought her in to take notes, but mainly, she thought, to distract the men he was negotiating with. Some she had met at Hong Kong fashion week. Two she remembered from the Men's Party, though she couldn't remember their names. She certainly remembered the Director of News at the television station, whom she had slept with to obtain those seemingly spontaneous news reports for the Opera. Niamh had organised a series of "pop up" scenes from The Magic Flute in various public spaces, and somehow, there had always seemed to be a camera team in the vicinity.

Niamh had quickly realised that she was being displayed to the inner circles of Hong Kong influence. Martin was making a statement by showing his most valuable possessions. Of course, she had said to herself, despite few details being known, there must have been rumours of the recent commotions at The Enterprises. Her Master must have decided that a public appearance would be the best means of squelching the worst of the gossip. So, Niamh had played her part, with smiles both gracious and demure, compliments for the gentlemen and their partners, and particularly, admiring glances at her Master.

Finally seated, Martin had ordered the Degustation Menu for two. Martin had murmured, "This is a sample of all of the restaurant's best dishes. Each comes with a small glass of wine, which you may try, but I advise not to finish, as there are quite a lot of them."

With a genuine smile, she had whispered back, "Don't worry, dear Master, I'm not planning on throwing anything tonight."

The banquet that followed consisted of ten different dishes, served with wine, and sometimes tea in between courses to cleanse the palate. It was the first time, Niamh had reflected, that her Master had taken her out to a restaurant. Usually, she would dine in the slaves' canteen, where the food was good, but plain and taken with a plastic spoon, or, on occasions, with her Master when he would hand feed her. At other times, she would breakfast and lunch with Julie, Pat and Anne. Now, she had been confronted by a full range of cutlery and silver service. It had been a disconcerting experience.

Niamh noted that Martin would often merely sip, or not drink the wine at all, so she followed suit, though usually she could not resist tasting each one. He had encouraged her to comment on the dishes and the wines, making her think about each of the flavours and their complementarity. At this, she had realised that, if Martin was still considering her for the position as his First Lady, then he had been teaching her some of the skills and knowledge she would need to be accepted in his social circle.

On the drive back to The Enterprises, Niamh had knelt by Martin's feet until he took her hand and urged her onto the seat. He had insisted that she put on the seatbelt. She had still had enough room to lean against his shoulder and he had put his arm around hers. Niamh had been feeling just a little buzzy.

Niamh sipped her coffee, placed the cup down on its saucer, and once again looked back to that first night. She slipped into a deeper reverie, reliving the moment.

"Hang up your dress," said Martin as they came into his apartment. Niamh kicked off her heels, then slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of the silken pile, swept it up onto a hanger, and placed it in the closet. Martin had removed his jacket and Niamh took it from him and tidied it away.

He took her by the hand and led her to one of the locked doors that had intrigued her in the afternoon.

"I want you to see this," he said, using his pass card to unlock "what I sometimes call my Playroom. Here I explore, from time to time, the limits of sensation, from pain to pleasure."