Chapter 25



It only seemed like five minutes had passed before Julia came in carrying a clothes stand with trousers and a polo shirt for me to wear at dinner.

I looked at my in tray, it had less stuff in it than the out tray but not by much. Feeling tired, I stood and let Julia dress me. If I hadn't invited Mrs. Bakewell to dinner then I'm sure I would have worked on and just had a sandwich, or rather Debbie would have delivered a sandwich that I would have had a single bite out of before I forgot about it due to this mountain of work.

Dinner wasn't the relaxed easy time that it usually was. Mrs. Bakewell, trying to impress, had dressed up in her best. When I entered she asked me to get her a glass of wine and objected to the way I served it to her. "I have been invited here by Lord Paul himself, you know, and he will hear of this," she told me in a high pitched whining voice.

"I'm sure I shall," I agreed as I sat at the head of the table, the look of shock and horror on her face was a delight to behold. Julia came and knelt beside me in her favourite place. Karolina wasn't at dinner she was still working on her project, something that she and Ela seemed to be doing more and more of lately.

"Is that girl naked?" Mrs. Bakewell asked.

I looked at Julia, she sure was! "Julia, stand up, arms high." Julia stood up and held her arms up high. Now everyone at the table could easily see her nudity. "Turn round." Julia slowly turned to allow us to look at her front and back. When she faced me again I said, "Kneel," and she resumed her place by my side. "Yes, she is definitely naked." I said.

"But why?" Mrs. Bakewell continued.

"Because I haven't allowed her any clothes for the last couple of weeks." I looked at Mrs. Bakewell. I really should have seen her in my office, I thought. "She is my slave and is happy as she is." Julia smiled up at me and nodded then rubbed her cheek against my leg, a sure sign of her happiness.

"But surely she should be dressed for dinner." Mrs. Bakewell insisted.

"Well, usually most of us are naked for dinner," I gestured to the rest of the people at the table, "it is only because we have you as a guest that we are dressed ourselves."

Perhaps I should have thought about the dining room staff when I was having this conversation because Mrs Bakewell dropped her wine glass when Katie came out of the kitchen carrying the soup tureen, and completely naked. The two equally nude waitresses that rushed to mop up the spillage and lay a new table cloth over that section of the table only shocked her more.

Kelly had had enough by then, she stood, "Mrs. Bakewell, please come with me. Katie, please ask Debbie to serve our dinners in the breakfast room." And Kelly led her from the room.

Sasha looked at the door, "I never thought you would employ someone like that."

"Tonight was the first time I've met her. I looked over her CV and work record and she's good at keeping the place clean and the beds made. Kelly interviewed her though."

We heard Kelly's raised voice through the door, though we couldn't actually hear the individual words it was obvious that she was not happy.

"I think that Kelly's reading Mrs. Bakewell her horrorscope." I said. Sasha caught the pronunciation.

"Her 'horrorscope'?" Sasha queried.

"Yeah," as I handed Julia a few green beans, "it's like a horoscope, only all bad." I smiled at her and she laughed. For a few moments more we listened to Kelly still explaining the facts of life to Mrs. Bakewell.

We ate our meals in quiet. I fed Julia and she cuddled close to my leg while she chewed her food. Some gravy dripped onto her breast and no one complained when she stood to allow me to lick her soiled breast clean, and suck a little on its nipple of course.

I did not fancy the dessert and as Julia eats from my plate she didn't have any either. "I'm sorry ladies, but I am going to go to bed early tonight. I wish you all a pleasant evening and good night with a good night's sleep." I said as I stood to leave the table.

I went to the Joasia room first and held Julia in front of me cuddling her while I looked at the painting.

Julia turned to face me, she held my head and kissed me. "Master, I can never replace Joasia and I'm not going to try. I know you still love her, I hope that you will come to love me like that too." She dropped her head, "I think that I love you. I know that you don't love me in the way I love you and I wouldn't expect you too. I know how much you love Karolina and I admire her tremendously. She does love you, you know. She won't admit it because she's a good slave girl, but she really does love you. I wish I was as good a slave as she is."

"Do you want to be owned by me, by anyone? Do you really want to be a slave?" I asked her.

She thought for a minute, "When we left you and went for the ice cream we were free. Free for nearly half an hour. It frightened us, all of us. We didn't know who would look after us or tell us what to do. We didn't have anyone we could depend on. We have been brought up to depend on our Master. You look after us, feed us," she smiled and ran fingertips over the slightly red line where the hot gravy had spilt, "and you love us. You love all of us. And you are really tired and you still want to take me to bed and make love to me as though I were a freewoman. When you could just tell me to sleep in the corner and give you peace." She looked me in the eye, "Please, my Master, let us sleep for a little while to give you rest. Then we can have a shower and you can show me what it is like to make love."

I kissed her nose, which she twitched, so I kissed it again and smiled. "Let's sleep until midnight and then I'll try and make you wake the others with your squeals." Julia blushed at this thought. She could walk naked among her friends but the thought that they might hear her climax cries embarrassed her.

We went to bed and I held her spooned to my chest, she took the arm she was using as her pillow and placed its hand on her breast, my other hand she placed on her hot, wet slit, trapping it there with her tightly closed legs. My semi-hard cock nuzzled into her arse crack, warm and looking forward to being buried deep inside this young girl.

The alarm woke me at twelve. We were still spooned together and my moving to switch off the alarm woke Julia too. She stretched arms, thrust above her head, and arched her slim body. I pushed the duvet down and looked at her body as she stretched, I ran my hand over her elongated breast, its mass almost pulled completely into her chest, its dark nipple pulled into a long oval.

I took this compressed nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it, pulling it into my mouth to be trapped between my tongue and the rough roof of my mouth. Julia gasped at the feelings that this caused but she still held herself outstretched for me.

I ran my hand down her extended body, feeling the individual bones of her ribs and then the tightness of her stomach. Her mound seemed to press into my fingers and the start of her slit grabbed at me. Still sucking on her teat I dipped a finger into her vagina, gathering her slick oils to coat her opening sex.

"Take me, Master. Take me like a master should take a slave. Take me for you pleasure, my Master, and make me your girl." I looked up at her but she had her eyes closed, a sheen of sweat glistened on her top lip and forehead. I pressed two fingers into her and she tilted her head back and gasped. She parted her legs and I climbed between her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit getting it slick with her copious juices, then pressed against her tight entrance. It took a bit of pressure to force my cock's head in to her tight tunnel but it popped in and she gasped again, Her legs swung over mine and hooked behind my thighs, this opened her a little more and I slowly sank deep, deep into her, to feel my cock head hit her cervix.

Julia was now panting; she had a tight grip on the bars of the headboard and was submitting herself to me totally. Lifting up on my arms I started to saw in and out, to pound into her deep and hard. I watched as her tits bounced with each thrust. She turned her head to the side and bit the skin of her arm, she squirmed under the relentless pounding into her cunt. Then she stiffened and gave a thin keening wail. Her back arched and her hips lifted my weight of the bed. I thrust into her harder and faster as she remained rigid in her orgasm. Her lungs ran out of air and her keening stopped but she remained supporting me high above the bed. The muscles in her cunt still rippled along my cock, trying to milk my seed from me, but I wasn't ready yet. She relaxed back onto the bed and her cunt loosened a little. She gasped in breath and looked at me, blinking as her sweat stung her eyes.

"Thank you, my Master. This girl is..." she got no further as I flipped her onto her stomach and then parted her legs wide. "Ohhh..." she gasped. I dipped my fingers into the girl juices running from her cunt and used these to lubricate her arse. "Ohhh..." She realised where I was going next and I could feel her sphincter relax and allow my fingers entry. I pressed my cock against her tight rosebud and she pressed back against me. With a pop I pressed into her. The feelings were similar to her cunt, hot and tight, but the slickness was missing and she dragged against my skin as I thrust forward. She threw her head back as I pressed my full length into her. Feeling the root of my cock press against her and my balls hit the wetness of her slit I paused for a moment to allow us both to get accustomed to these feelings.

I rested my weight on her back and she sighed, "Oh, Master, this feels so good. To feel you pressing me down with your prick deep in my arse is so good." She lifted herself up onto her elbows and I slipped my hands under her to grasp and tug on her tits. Her head came back and turned toward me and we kissed. She was ferocious in her ardour, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth and pressing her tongue into mine.

I started fucking her arse, slow long strokes that almost pulled me out of her and then thrust her up the bed a little on the return. She thrust back against me meeting my strokes with her own. Her panting became moans and then louder cries of ecstasy. With one hand I tormented a breast groping and pulling on it, grasping its flesh and squeezing tight, pulling the nipple as far as I could from her body and she cried louder and louder. I thrust my other hand beneath her and found her slit. I found the hard nubbin that was her clit, hard and extended from its hood now. I gathered more of her juices and coated her nubbin with this slickness, then started to nip and stroke this with my slippery fingers.