Princess Felicity

Chapter 10

The following day, they went to the resort. Dahlia had told Felicity about the resort that catered to the master/slave lifestyle on her second day of slavery but Felicity had never anticipated going there. Now, she stood at the registration desk.

"And here is a copy of the scheduled activities," the receptionist said as she handed a brochure to Liv. The receptionist was a beautiful blonde who was naked other than for a silver collar. A name badge was affixed to her chest with a pin running through an obviously pierced nipple.

"Thank you, Jasmine," smiled Liv, showing that she had taken the time to read the name badge. "Are there any activities that you would recommend?"

"Oh yes, Mistress," Jasmine replied. "There are excellent activities for the masters to participate in with their slaves. There are also activities that you could sign your slave up for. And others that you could enroll in without your slave."

"What is something that we could do with our pet?" asked James. Felicity cringed as she heard herself referred to as a pet. And her self esteem was not helped by the fact that she was naked other than for the cuffs that secured her hands behind her back and the collar that Liv held the leash to.

"The dungeon is always a favorite," replied Jasmine with a smile. "We have all forms of punishment and torture equipment available, including the new sensory deprivation chamber." Felicity definitely did not like the sound of that.

"Or you could go to the spa together. You might enjoy a facial or pedicure or massage while you have your slave pierced or otherwise marked." Felicity liked the sounds of that even less.

"What activities could we send her to?" asked Liv.

"You will find those on pages three through six of the brochure. I will just highlight three of them that are my favorites. The first is the slave Olympics. The slaves compete under the supervision of strict masters and mistresses. The events are a combination of physically demanding, painful and humiliating. And there is usually a fairly large audience for the games. The Olympics are held every afternoon starting at one o'clock."

"Or you could send her to the stables for training. The head mistress there came to us from one of the finest ponygirl stables in Europe. She will turn your slave into a beautiful ponygirl. She could even pull you around the property in a cart after a couple of days of training."

"Finally, you could enter her in the nightly auction. That is always a thrilling experience for any slave. Yours is very beautiful so she would fetch a handsome price. The drawback is that you lose your slave for the designated time she is sold, which is usually 24 to 48 hours. Of course, you could also purchase a new slave for yourselves. It might provide you with a little variety." Felicity may not have liked the previous choices but this one terrified her. She could not even imagine being auctioned off to a stranger.

"Which ones appeal to you, Filly?" asked Liv once they were shown to their room.

"None of them, Mistress," replied Felicity honestly. "They all sounded very scary to me."

"Oh, honey," comforted Liv as she hugged the naked girl to her. "Don't be frightened. It's all new and everything that is new is a little scary. Even being a slavegirl would be scary to most people but you love it and you are thriving in your slavery."

"I do love it?" thought Felicity. She wanted to debate with Liv but she knew that it would be futile. So, instead, she just nodded. "Yes Mistress."

"Now let's sit down and go through this brochure together so we can pick out something fun for you together." Liv sat and patted her lap. Felicity bristled at being treated like a lap dog but chose to sit down instead of being punished.

Liv arranged the naked form to her liking, adjusting the bound arms to a more comfortable position. She reached around Felicity, cradling a breast in one hand as she held the brochure up for them both to read.

"Chain gang," commented Liv. Both women quickly read the description. "No, not for my girl," she went on. Felicity was silently thankful for the rejection because the activity would have had her bound to a coffle of slaves and performing hard labor in the sun for a day.

"Bathroom attendant," Liv read on to the next one. Again, Felicity breathed a sigh of relief as Liv rejected it. "That's disgusting. Who dreams these things up? I would never let my property do that." The bathroom attendant activity involved a slave being bound in a restroom to serve as the toilet or toilet paper or both.

"The slave Olympics do sound like fun," the mistress observed. "What do you think, Filly?"

The description of the slave Olympics convinced Felicity that it would definitely not be fun. It might be sweaty and degrading, but it would not be fun. "Maybe we should read all of them and come back, Mistress."

Liv gave the breast in her hand a loving squeeze. "Good girl. You are so right."

They read through the entire brochure together. After awhile, however, it became difficult for Felicity to concentrate. Liv had captured the nipple between finger and thumb and was playing with it. She would idly roll it back and forth or stretch it away from Felicity's chest which was very distracting for the slavegirl. Pretty quickly, it seemed that her entire world revolved around her left breast.

In the end, Liv selected two activities. It was too late in the day to get Felicity into the slave Olympics. Besides, she detected that her slavegirl was not overly keen on the idea. But she could still get in some training at the stables and then some more in the morning. So, for her first activity, Felicity was to become a ponygirl. For her second activity, she was to be sold.

"Mistress!" gasped the shocked slave. "How could you?"

"I only want the best for you, love," replied Liv. "You had slavegirl fantasies. I'm just trying to give you the best slavegirl experience I can." She continued toying with the nipple as she talked, which reduced Felicity's ability to put together a coherent argument. With her brain in such an addled state, she decided to cut her protest short.

The stable training was more humiliating than strenuous or difficult. She had been attired in a bit and bridle and was shown how to walk and prance properly. Then it was around and around the corral as one of the mistresses supervised her exercise. A harsh buggy whip provided her correction and encouragement and Felicity quickly mastered her lessons.

That night, the two owners and their slavegirl attended the auction and then took in a show. Four slaves were sold that night. A male and a female slave were auction off for twenty four hours each. Another male slave was sold for a forty eight hour period. The fourth one, a female, was sold permanently to a new owner and Felicity felt her blood run cold when the auctioneer banged the gavel to signal the end of the bidding and the sale of one human being to another. Felicity knelt between her owners throughout the auction.

She found herself kneeling again at the show. The two dominants were seated at a table and she knelt beside Liv's chair. Liv's gentle hands stroked her cheek and squeezed her breasts, occasionally letting her fingers comb through the slave's blonde tresses.

The show itself could have been an infomercial for the Spanish Inquisition. One by one, slaves were brought onto the stage, only to be the victim of some cruel and sadistic torture. A male slave was stretched painfully on the rack. This rack, however, even had a rope that was fastened around the base of his balls so that, with each turn of the wheel, his arms and legs were stretched tighter but his balls were also stretched away from his body. By the end of this segment, the slave was screaming wildly. But Felicity saw that his cock was also rock hard and waving wildly in the air, causing her to wonder just how painful it really was.

A beautiful redhead was hung. A burly master played the role of executioner, with black hood and all. He fitted the noose around the slave's neck and then turned a wheel, which slowly lifted the girl into the air. She kicked and struggled as her face turned red. Slowly, she was raised higher and higher. Eventually, the girl's face started to turn blue and her struggling became weaker and weaker. Suddenly, the spotlight went out and the stage was plunged into darkness. The curtain closed and the audience applauded. Felicity was abhorred at the spectacle and felt nauseous over what she had just witnessed.

Another segment involved a slavegirl and a mistress. The slave was bound to a cross that formed a gigantic "X" on the stage and she had a limb fastened to each of the arms of the cross, exposing her fully. The entertainment, if could be called that, consisted of the mistress taking a series of long slender needles and pushing them slowly into the poor girl's breasts. It must have been very painful because the girl howled in agony each time a new needle was inserted. By the end of the segment, each breast resembled a porcupine and, once again, the audience applauded.

They went for a swim after the show. Thankfully, her hands were unbound and she was able to enjoy paddling around in the dark with her owners. Liv took her to the shallow end and hiked herself up onto the edge of the pool to let Felicity service her. Even though she had serviced her mistress several times already during her captivity, she never quite felt comfortable doing it. After all, this was her best friend. And Liv had changed their relationship from best friends to owner and slave.

James was ready again and draped Felicity over the edge of the pool after she had finished giving Liv an orgasm. He entered her from behind easily and pumped for quite some time until he emptied his seed into her. Why was she always so wet, she wondered. It still baffled her.

After that, they went to bed sandwiching the slave between them. The owners were soon sound asleep, leaving Felicity alone in the darkness again to wonder and worry about the upcoming auctions.