Princess Felicity

Chapter 8

On day four of her slavery, she met her master. James arrived home in mid afternoon and discovered that he owned a new piece of property. He and Liv had frequently talked in the past about experimenting with slavery. And Liv had hinted that her girlfriend, Felicity, would make a beautiful slavegirl. But he did not expect Liv to go through with it. But a naked, kneeling female form met him in the living room when he got home.

Liv was sitting in a chair with Felicity kneeling in the center of the room in front of her. Once again, Felicity wore a collar and a slender gold chain stretched from her neck to Liv's hand. Her wrists were secured behind her back and she was blushing furiously as James stepped into the room.

"My, my. What have we here?" he asked. "Have you been shopping, dear?"

Liz laughed. "No shopping, love. I captured this one."

James approached Felicity who was staring at the floor in front of her. He slowly circled her and accepted the leash from Liv when she held it out for him. He moved back in front of Felicity and smiled. "Stand."

Felicity arose as gracefully as she could but it was awkward without the full use of her hands. She stood in front of James but kept her eyes cast down.

"You have very good taste, my dear. And tell me, does she taste good?"

"Delicious," replied Liv. "Simply delicious."

"And does she think that you are delicious as well?"

"She has not tasted me yet," said Liv. I wanted to wait until you were home. But I did loan her out so she could get some experience."

"Really?"

"Well, loaning is not exactly the right word. I bartered her body for a gift. I'll tell you all about it later."

Once again, James slowly circled Felicity. This time, his fingers glided over her naked flesh as he enjoyed her nudity. "If all of your friends are this beautiful, you should host a reunion. We could start a harem."

When he got back in front of Felicity, he lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "Felicity, how are you finding slavery?"

"Embarrassing," replied Felicity. "Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading and embarrassing."

"I see. So there is nothing about it that you enjoy?"

Felicity felt herself blush more deeply at the question. She averted her eyes but James gripped her chin to hold her gaze. "Answer me," he commanded.

"It is sometimes exciting," she responded.

"Oh. Only sometimes? Is now exciting?"

"No," she whispered.

He reached out with his other hand and swiped a finger between her legs, bringing it up to her eyes. Felicity closed her eyes when she saw the very shiny finger giving evidence to her arousal.

"Open your eyes, little one," he instructed.

Again, she opened her eyes only to find the glistening digit still there. Again, her body had betrayed her and she felt like she wanted to die. Her entire image of herself was being torn away from her. She thought of herself as independent and ambitious. But her body was reveling in being totally dependent and seemed to love that her only current ambition in life was to please her owners.

"It seems that you must enjoy it at least a little bit."

"I can't explain it, James. I really can't."

"Master would be fine. And she is Mistress."

Felicity nodded her head in defeat. This was rewarded by a quick slap to her cheek that caused her to cry out in surprise.

"Acknowledge," he commanded as he gripped her chin again.

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"Good girl," he smiled. "Now, open your mouth." She obeyed and he slowly inserted the shiny finger, rubbing it and rolling on her tongue. "I think that you will agree that this is proof that you enjoy being our slave."

"Yes, Master," she replied after he removed his finger. He then led her to a coffee table and instructed her to kneel on it. He unfastened the cuffs and then took the chair next to Liv.

"I want you to entertain us."

"How?" asked Felicity. Then she quickly corrected herself when she saw the frown on James' face. "How, Master?"

"Masturbate. Play with yourself. Entertain us."

"Oh god," muttered Felicity. This was the most humiliating thing yet and she wasn't even sure she could do it. Reluctantly, she moved a hand between her thighs and started to rub her sex with her fingers.

"Play with your breasts. Give us a show," he said. Felicity raised her other hand and cupped a breast, squeezing it lightly. Again, she closed her eyes as shame overwhelmed her.

"Look at your master and mistress," he commanded. His tone was not harsh but caused her to jump slightly anyways. She knew that her blush deepened as she opened her eyes and wondered if it was possible to turn any redder than she already was. She looked first at James and saw him studying her intently with his eyes shifting from her sex to her breasts to her eyes and then back again. She looked at Liv and saw her eyes gazing back directly into her own as she smiled.

"Exquisite little beast," remarked James as he reached over and took Liv's hand in his. "I'm looking forward to owning her."

The two dominants continued to talk as they held hands and watched the lewd show. They talked about every aspect of the slave's body, remarking on its exquisite shape or color or firmness. Felicity felt more and more shame as the conversation went on but also felt her arousal growing. She knew she had to escape before the pair could turn her into a wanton sex toy. And she realized that she was free from bondage for the first time since being captured four days earlier. She was wearing cuffs but they were not attached together. But she also realized that she would not be able to get away. They would be too fast for her. Besides, even if she did get away, how far could a naked girl wearing cuffs get in this crazy land where slavery appeared to be legal.

"Come in, Dahlia," called Liv. "Enjoy the show."

Dahlia, who had been standing just outside of the room watching Felicity's performance, stepped into the living room and took a seat. "Thank you, Miss."

"Don't worry about Dahlia, dear," Liv said to her husband. "She knows all about Felicity. You can do whatever you want in her presence. In fact, she has even sampled our tender little morsel."

"Oh, has she?" asked James as he turned toward Dahlia with a raised eyebrow. "And did you find our slave pleasing?"

"Very much, Sir," nodded Dahlia. "She is quite beautiful and very talented."

"Let's see how talented she is." He arose from his chair and walked to the coffee table, unzipping his pants on the way. It was clear that he was enjoying the show because, when he presented his cock to Felicity, it was almost hard already. "I assume that you know what to do with one of these?" he said as he held it before her lips.

"Yes," she whispered. "I mean yes, Master." She reluctantly parted her lips and watched as he inched forward, sliding his member into her mouth. It was wide but not so wide that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it. But it was very long and she could only take part of it in. He did not force himself into her, deciding that she could learn to take all of him at a later time. Instead, he let her work at her own speed and watched as her lips moved up and down his shaft.

Liv looked to Dahlia and patted her lap. Dahlia smiled and arose, crossing the floor and then settling herself into her employer's lap. Liv gave the girl a hug and then slid a hand under the sarong to caress and squeeze the soft flesh.

Felicity worked hard to elicit an orgasm from James, trying to end this humiliating episode. She reached up with one hand and gripped the base of his shaft, pumping the section that did not fit into her mouth. With her other hand, she held and lightly squeezed his balls, rolling them gently back and forth. While she had been a virgin when it came to sex with women before she arrived, she knew her way around male genitalia. But, despite her best efforts, she was not able to bring James to a climax.

"She has done a very nice job of preparing me, Love. But I think that I want to give you my gift this time. After all, I have been away almost a whole week."

Dahlia quickly scrambled out of the lap, losing her sarong in the process as James extracted himself and moved toward his wife. He shed his clothes as Liv quickly peeled off her shorts and t-shirt. Then he positioned his cock at Liv's sex and, with one thrust, entered her, eliciting a moan from her. "Go back to your show, Felicity."

Felicity groaned as she heard the command but dutifully sent one hand to her sex and the other to a breast to resume the obscene entertainment. She watched the husband impaling his wife and saw the beautiful maid move behind the chair. Dahlia reached down and claimed the large breasts in her hands, squeezing them and rubbing them, and placed her lips on Liv's whenever James was not kissing her. The coupling lasted for at least fifteen minutes and both bodies were glistening by the time Felicity heard the dual groans. Both bodies stiffened and the slave knew that they had climaxed together.

"You may cum now, girl," instructed James as he slipped out of his wife and sat back down in a chair. Bu this time, Felicity was a bundle of sexual energy. The combination of the erotic scene before her and the actions of her fingers and hands had brought her close to orgasm. It took only a few more strokes to her clit to send her over the edge.

"Quite acceptable," remarked James. Felicity was now kneeling between the two owners who had put their clothes back on. Even Dahlia was once again wrapped in her floral sarong, leaving Felicity alone in her nudity. Dahlia thanked the two owners and then returned to her duties.

"I did not realize that Dahlia was so attractive," remarked James after the housekeeper had left the room. "But you are always telling me how unobservant I am."

That night, she slept between them in their bed. James finally gave her "the gift of his seed," and she finally made love to Liv with her tongue. Then the couple fell asleep with Felicity wedged between them, leaving the slavegirl alone in her thoughts and wondering how she ever got into this mess. And how she could possibly get out of the mess.