A Day in a Life

Carmen's properly didn't possess a pool but Shandi found her lounging on a sun bed reading a magazine, a tall glass of something cold and inviting stood on the low table next to her. She wore just a small bikini bottom, the white material contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin. Shandi couldn't help but stare at the perfect breasts, standing proud with no tan lines, just as brown as the rest of her. It might have been a perfectly normal suburban scene except for Tanya, who knelt naked at the foot of Carmen's lounger lovingly massaging the girl's feet.

Shandi immediately felt a surge of jealously: she was the one who had been working hard all afternoon, earning her mistress money. She should be the one permitted to attend to her, but Carmen's voice grabbed her attention.

"Shandi, you're back! Just in time, be a darling and oil me," she said holding her hand up to block the glare of the sun.

Shandi clattered noisily across the patio on her five inch heels. She grinned down triumphantly at Tanya as she passed and dropped to her knees at Carmen's side. She placed the envelope next to the drink and picked up the lotion, pouring a good amount onto her palm she lovingly spread it across Carmen's upper chest and arms, massaging gently.

Her hands moved to the girl's breasts, and she bit her lower lip and felt her pussy clench as she held them. She was so proud when her mistress gave a small moan of pleasure and she glanced at Tanya wanting her to see what delights she was missing. But to her dismay the other women was delicately sucking on Carmen's toes and running her tongue between each one. Shandi was now unsure just whose administrations were affecting her mistress and she so wanted to scream in frustration.

"So tell me all about it, I want to hear everything. And I think my boobs are done now," Carmen said with a grin.

Brought back to awareness Shandi reluctantly moved on from the beautiful mounds. Then she recounted her afternoon as she continued to apply lotion to her mistress.

"There were three of them?" Carmen asked, interrupting.

"Yes mistress, Wendy and her husband Paul, and a young woman, Emma. She is their Secretary," she explained "Wendy, Mrs Gleeson, wanted to be humiliated, treated like a slut as Paul fucked another woman. Although they treated her like shit and ordered her about I got the impression that she was the one in control, I think she is the boss normally."

Carmen considered this information: she thought it was to be just a couple, had she known there was a third person she would have charged more. But no matter, the knowledge that Wendy was a submissive slut might work to her advantage. She made a mental note to pay a visit to Mrs Gleeson very soon.

Carmen's body glistened as Shandi finished massaging in the lotion, she had ended her story and her hands rested on the younger woman's thighs. She stared intently at the plump mound between the slightly parted legs and wondered if she should so bold and succumb to the temptation to slip her fingers beneath the white briefs. Tanya was still busy planting delicate kisses to the soles of Carmen's feet.

"You mentioned a dream this morning? You remembered Marcus?" Carmen's question diverted Shandi's attention.

"Yes Mistress, I know who he is now. I don't know why I dreamt of him though."

"I think we need to reinforce your conditioning a little, go to the cupboard and fetch a bottle, bring two, we may as well do both of you while we're at it," Carmen announced. Shandi leaned forward to place a small kiss on the warm skin just above the bikini, hoping to appease in the event that she was at fault before tottering off to do the girls bidding.

......

Shandi and Tanya knelt side by side on the hard stone, constantly licking their lips in an attempt to remove the last residue of the thick cloying liquid they had swallowed. Their eyes were focused on the bright spinning crystal and they listened intently to the softly spoken words.

"Whenever I speak the trigger phrase to you, no matter where you are or what you are doing, no matter whom you are with or what time it is, you Hannah, will become Shandi. You Tanya, will become Bambi. You will belong to me, you will do whatever I say, obey every command I give you, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," both women answered together.

"Pleasing me will be the most important thing in your life. You exist only to serve me. You will still think independently but my wishes are paramount. You will learn and remember what pleases me and how best to satisfy me. Whenever you are not under my influence you will still follow any suggestions I have given you but you will forget everything that has happened until I again say the trigger phrase," Carmen paused, watching the rapt expression on the face of each of her thralls.

Before continuing Carmen allowed herself a small dalliance: she placed one hand on the breast of each of her slaves. She giggled like a small child as she watched both women almost swoon and push forward attempting to gain favour with their mistress. Then she giggled again at their disappointment when she snatched her hands away.

"Bambi, you will stay a while longer to serve me, go now to prepare some dinner," immediately the naked woman stood and obeyed.

"Shandi, your daughter is nineteen now and she will be home for the summer soon, I think it would benefit her if she stayed with me for the holiday, so you will arrange this with her, understand."

"Yes of course Mistress."

"Also I believe your boobs would be more profitable if they were larger. Tonight, when John comes home you will persuade him to pay for some enhancements, nothing too much, just a couple of sizes. You should also visit a couple of charity stores tomorrow to replace your sluts' clothes. Go now and when you enter your house you will resume being Hannah."

With a feeling of immense disappointed that she wasn't chosen to stay to serve her adorable mistress Shandi retraced her steps to her own home.

....

The moment she walked through her own front door Hannah felt suddenly very tired and dirty. She quickly kicked off her shoes and slipped out of the suit, blouse and stockings, not once did it enter her mind as to why she was spattered with dried semen, nor why she was wearing another woman's clothes. She simply bundled the items into the washing machine and drank a glass of water, then headed for the shower before starting on dinner.

Just under two hours later, feeling refreshed and wearing tiny denim shorts and a white shirt, she chopped some salad leaves to go with the quiche in the oven. The sound of the door opening and closing signalled the arrival of her husband. She smiled in greeting as he walked up behind her and wrapping his arms about her waist he kissed her neck.

"Hello wife," he said, moving one hand to cup her breast. He just loved how her boobs felt through the thin material.

"Hello husband," she replied, leaning back into him.

"So, how has your day been?" he asked."

"Oh not so bad," she said "I invited Bernice, the new girl over, I wanted to introduce her to the others."

"So you didn't miss me at all then?" he asked.

"You know I did. Why don't you go shower while I finish here. After dinner I'll show you just how much I missed you," she kissed him briefly and squeezed the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. Grinning, he reluctantly released her.

Later they lay together, naked on the floor. Hannah rested her head on John's chest, her finger idly stroking his stomach as he cupped her breast. The sex had been good, better than good: John had kissed and licked her everywhere, bringing her to a crashing orgasm as his tongue delved deep between her thighs, and another when he spooned her, entering her from behind and using his hands on her nipples and clit. He was unusually horny and she wondered if it was a result of the early morning blow job. She vowed to herself to do it more often if this was the result.

"I need another shower now, and a drink, in that order," he said quietly.

"I think I'll join you. It's been some time since we did it in the shower," she said moving her hand slowly toward his flaccid penis, and she grinned when she felt it beginning to grow.

"God woman, are you trying to kill me?"

"No, just fuck your brains out."

John looked at her in mild shock: it was rare to hear his normally shy wife swear.

"By the way, I've been thinking: how would you feel if I had bigger boobs?" she asked.

"Why? What's suddenly brought this on?" he asked in turn.

"It's not sudden, I've been thinking about it a lot and I decided that I'd really like it. You always say that you're a breast man. Please say yes, just think of the fun you can have with them?" she giggled as she stroked him back to hardness.

"Hmm, tempting, very tempting. Perhaps we should talk about it? Of course, If you do I'll have to examine them at least every hour."

"Come on Studly; let's see what else you can do for me," she said. And laughing together he rolled her onto her back and slid two fingers into her wet and puffy Virgina.

.....

Meanwhile less than a hundred feet away Brandi was loading the last of the dinner plates into the dishwasher. She wore a parody of a maid's uniform: sheer stockings that reached just above her knees and four inch patent heels. The black and mauve satin bra did nothing to hide her breasts; instead it lifted them high and forced the twin mounds forward. She wore no panties and her cherry red bottom was clearly visible through the short black transparent skirt. The front was only slightly more modest with a small frilly apron hiding her most intimate parts; a matching choker completed the ensemble.

With her chore finished she removed the bright yellow rubber washing up gloves and massaged her sore buttocks. When her mistress spanked her for no particular reason it usually meant just one thing: that she was feeling sexy, that she wanted to play. Brandi had no more chores, nothing waiting for her at home, Jeff was out with his pals and he wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so she hoped, she prayed that she would spend some of that time upstairs, in that huge bed with her adorable mistress.

In the next room Carmen was talking on the phone, she promised the caller to have someone there within the hour and said her goodbyes. Picking up the envelope that Shandi had given her she quickly flicked through the notes counting the money, satisfied, she opened a small safe and added the package to the growing stack inside. She pressed another button on her phone and after three rings she heard the reply "hello, Andrea Morgan speaking."

"You are my whore Barbie."

"I am your whore mistress."

"Room one one nine, the Red Lion hotel at eight o'clock, he likes it kinky so take your bag of tricks."

"Yes Mistress," Barbie replied.

"Oh and I know Ryan is away for a couple of days so this will probably be an all nighter," Carmen added before hanging up.

Then sipping her wine she looked out of the large window across the street at the house opposite, and she pictured Andrea, confident, brash Andrea, but no longer Andrea, now submissive Barbie scurrying to obey her mistress.