Chapter 49

Tired, we went to bed, a small double had been put into an alcove for my body slaves and the four girls settled in there quite comfortably. Sasha spooned against my back and her hand reached round to hold me, cupping my cock gently.

I was sure we hadn't slept for long when noises from outside woke me. Sasha was standing by the window, lit from the bright moonlight. Her long limbs and slim body shone in the soft light. Sasha's long back curved down to her trim firm buttocks, the crack now a darker shadow. Her high firm breasts, nipples extended, caught the light and enticed me with their soft glow.

I quietly came up behind her and rested my chin on her bare shoulder. As I wrapped my arms round my love I saw the swimming pool in the shelter of the house below us. Harold, Cecy, Amile, Nina and Claudette were swimming, and having fun. They were all naked. Cecy pulled herself up onto the poolside and watched her family play. Moments later Claudette swam to her mother, pushed her legs open and pressed her head deep into Cecy's sex. We couldn't see exactly what was happening but the results of Claudette's efforts were quite obvious. Throwing her head back Cecy gave a cry as she shuddered through her orgasm.

"Do you want to go down for a swim?" I asked her.

"No I want to go back to bed and sleep in your arms. We can go swimming tomorrow."

She held my hand and we returned to bed, Sasha snuggled up to my chest and pulled my arms around her, one hand on a breast, the other between her legs.

"Tomorrow you can remind me what a woman does for a man."

"OK," I said, "I've got some shirts that need ironing."

She kicked me.

I woke before Sasha and had the delightful opportunity to lick her awake. Even in her sleep she opened her legs readily for me, her small inner lips peeking from their hiding place between the larger, closed, outer lips. A little licking though and I watched her vulva open up for me, the coral pinks of her vagina glistened in the early morning light. A little more tongue work and her juices flowed. Soon she was squirming and moaning, her hands came down and held my head, positioning me just where she wanted the most stimulation. Her flow increased and I was rewarded with a mouthful of girl cum.

"Beats fucking ironing," said Sasha as she rolled onto her side and went back to sleep.

I got up and went to the back window. There was a slight mist over the fields towards the copse and paddocks. Wisps of mist rose above the pool too.

A matronly woman carrying a yard broom came out to the pool. She looked up at me and waved. I realised that she could see all of me as I hadn't yet dressed. This didn't seem to bother her. She undressed and dived into the pool. I watched her swim a couple of lengths and then she lay on her back and looked up to see if I was still watching. When she saw me there she waved again, a huge smile on her face. She pulled herself out of the pool and started brushing the poolside, her heavy breasts swinging with each brush stroke.

I felt something soft brush my leg and looked down to see Alina kneeling beside me. It had been her cheek she'd brushed gently against my leg.

"Come, I want a shower," I said. Alina jumped up and led me to a huge bathroom. A large claw-foot white enamelled bath sat proudly at one end of the room. Bright copper pipe work led down from the ceiling to a large set of taps and hand spray unit. On the other side of the room was a tiled area of flooring which sloped down to a central drain. There were four shower heads above the tiling; that was the shower area. A large toilet stood beside a similar size bidet, a matching sink stood off to the side. All in all this was a very good example of last century high class plumbing.

We showered, Alina delighting in washing me, sometimes applying the liquid soap to her own body before rubbing herself all over me. "I've got to get you clean, my Master," she said with a smile while pressing her growing breasts to either side of my, already erect, cock.

Remembering Julia's suggestions regarding ropes and tying up little girls, I looked round the room, there were small but sturdy looking anchorages all round the room. Someone had obviously had the same thoughts as Julia.

Finally clean enough for Alina, without actually fucking her on the shower floor, much to her obvious disappointment, I returned to the bedroom. Where I expected my clothes to be laid out was a white robe. I supposed that I was expected to wear this to breakfast and then dress appropriately once the day's activities had been planned.

I slipped the robe on, noting that it was a little short, and went to find breakfast. As I left the West Wing one of Elastic's girls met me, "Let me show you to breakfast, Boss. It's easy to get lost round here." She led me to the poolside where tables had already been set up.

"Going to join me in the pool, Paul?" asked a familiar voice.

"Good morning Nina, how are you today?" I asked slipping off my robe. Nina seemed to have forgotten hers, she was already naked.

Nina dived in with barely a splash, I splashed in with barely a dive. However, I told myself, I was distracted by the sight of Nina's lithe body slipping through the water. I enjoyed watching Nina's sensual progress around the pool, I could swim, and quite well, but Nina had grace and sexuality in her favour.

I surfaced from an underwater sightseeing tour, Nina scissor kicking above me, when I received a face full of splash and wave from a shrieking cannonball. As I spluttered and gasped for breath Claudette surfaced laughing. I grabbed her ankle as she tried to escape and pulled her to me. Suddenly I had a naked giggling girl wrapped around me, kissing me while her arms and legs locked her wriggling body tight against mine and her hips humped against my pelvis.

I felt a hand guide my erection into her tight, hot, tunnel and then saw Cecy beside me. Claudette, humping on my hard cock, lay her head back sighing. Cecy took this opportunity to kiss me, her soft breasts and pebble hard nipples pressing into my side.

"Good morning Paul, I can see I'm going to have to get up earlier if I want you to do that to me."

She bit my ear and swam off, giving me a first class view of her naked buttocks and hair free vulva as she dived underwater.

I struggled to the side of the pool and Sasha greeted me with a kiss. It was now no surprise that she too was nude.

"Are you fucking my youngest sister?" she asked.

Claudette lifted her head from its resting place on my shoulder, "Ooohhh yeeeeaaahhhhh," she gasped.

"Good, I'm sure Amile would like to be thrown down and fucked when you've a few minutes."

Claudette cried out her orgasm and shuddered in my arms. She looked up at me, "Thank you Paul, that was good." We kissed and she squirmed out of my arms, food was on the table and that obviously took precedence over a lover who's just cum.

I sat next to Sasha while she told everyone about my suggestion of her ironing my shirts. The girls laughed, Harold found something very interesting in Le Monde and Cecy industriously spread jam on her croissant and dipped it into her bowl of hot chocolate before devouring it with gusto.

I busied myself feeding Alina some egg and bacon.

"Mère..." said Sasha in the most worried little girl voice I've ever heard from her. "Papa..."

Cecy looked at her errant daughter, "Sasha, it is you who must decide your relationship with your man. If you wish to be the 'dominateur' then be so. If you say he's your master then you must treat him so." Cecy looked Sasha in the eye, "but you cannot pick this and chose that, it must be one or the other, nothing else will work."

Sasha looked at her stepmother for a long minute, then she turned to me, "I'm sorry Paul, I must leave breakfast, I have something I must do." And she walked back inside with her head held high.

"And you girls had better listen to your mother, she is giving very good advice," said Harold, looking at the now subdued girls.

"Oiu Papa," they said in unison.

"English please, girls, remember we have guests," though she was smiling when she said it.

"Yes Mother," they said. I wonder if they practice speaking together.

I continued feeding myself and Alina.

I sat on my sun lounger watching the fun in the pool, Alina knelt beside me, she'd refused my permission to play in the pool, she was 'attending to her Master' and that was important to her. If she even suspected that my drink was getting warm (or cold as appropriate) she'd run to the kitchen and get a new one, then she'd remove the offending mug or glass once I had a replacement within easy reach.

In a few minutes I'd ask Alina to spread some sun cream on me, then I'd spread the cream all over her slim sexy body, those long, long legs, her tight firm bum, mustn't forget her flat stomach and high firm tits ... Perhaps a swim would cool me down a little.

Sasha came out holding a phone, "Commodore Weston's on the phone, he says you owe him an inch of soap."

She stood next to me with a very puzzled expression. I took the phone.

"What have you put in the scran bag this time, Aggie."

It took a few minutes for him to answer he was laughing so much.

"Have you counted your slaves recently?" This caused gales of mirth on his end of the phone.

I ran through all of my girls Karolina, Julia, Umber, Alina, Varinka, Melissa, Jo, Karen, Lynne and Susan. Em and Jill wanted to be mine but I'd managed to avoid enslaving them so far. Who else could there be?

"Everyone's here who should be here, Aggie."

"So you've got so many girls you can even forget one. That's got to be worth at least two inches of soap."

"I'll send the plane over, get her to Luton airport and they'll be waiting for you."

"You know the rules, sailor, soap first." He laughed, "When's the plane coming?"

I turned to Alina, "Phone!" I snapped.

She handed me a mobile. "What's the number for the plane?" I asked her.

"Speed dial seven, Master."

I pressed and held seven, the phone dialled and I recognised the voice of the pilot.

"Rogers." He said.

"I need you to go to Luton and pick up some one for me. But you'll have to wait for me to get some soap to you."

"I can get soap here if you want, my Lord."

"No this has to be a special type of soap, otherwise it won't work."

"Yeeessss, my Lord," he said, unsure of my sanity. "The aircraft will be ready to take off in forty minutes." I might be totally off my trolley, but I could afford to pay him, and that's all that mattered.

"Harold, Cecy, is there a ship's chandlers close by. I need a block of hard ship's soap."

Cecy raised an eyebrow at this example of English eccentricity but Harold thought for a moment. He picked up his phone and dialled. He spoke rapid French for a moment, the only word I caught was 'sauvignon', then, smiling, he hung up. "We have some on its way to the airport. It's a long block, about three by three by thirty centimetre. Will that do?"

"It sounds just right Harold, but I need a five centimetre long block cut off, that's what has to be sent to Luton."

Harold looked bemused but nodded and made another call. His explanations lasted longer this time and Harold started shrugging and waving his hands in a most Gaelic manner. I wish I had one of those phones, the ones which send your arm movements as well as your voice. I haven't been able to find one yet though.

I sat back and waited. To while away the time I rubbed sun cream on Alina and then Amile. They returned the favour together. While it was very nice having two girls rub my sun block on I was concerned about what Aggie had said, I'd lost a girl! Who? Where? When? Impatient I got up and went to my rooms inside. The first thing I saw was Sasha ironing. I went and hugged her, "You don't need to do this, darling," I said.

"Oh dearest Paul, I do. And I know why I have to. So, go and sort out the Commodore, I'll be finished soon and I'll join you."

I called my girls, well those girls I knew I had, together. "Commodore Weston seems to think that he's found a lost slave of mine. Does anyone have any idea who this might be?"

They all looked puzzled; no one had any more idea than I had as to the identity of this stray girl. She was causing consternation and hadn't even arrived yet.

I sat and thought, brooded might be a better word. Sasha came and sat on my lap. She raised my hand to her breast and lay her head against my chest. We just sat.

The four hours for the flights and car journey seem to take forever. Finally it was almost time for the car to arrive from Orleans airport. Sasha and I were waiting at the window. Sasha pointed out where I needed to look to catch the first glimpse of the approaching car in the distance. Finally we spotted the car and went downstairs to meet this wayward girl.

The car stopped and Chiefy stepped out, she stood aside and a young girl started to get out. "MASTER!" she cried.

She was dressed in shapeless military working dress, but her slender shape couldn't be hidden. Her dark hair was pinned up in the RM fashion, fingernails short and unpainted.

Chiefy stood beside her, "Somehow she wandered into our mess deck and sort of stayed. No one knew anything about her, only that she'd just arrived. She's been with us for some time now Boss..."

"DAWN! Dawnstar! Is that really you? We thought you were dead!" a voice from a window interrupted us.

Well someone obviously knew this girl. Perhaps I'd get some answers soon.

"Come on in you two." I held out my hand to Dawnstar and she kissed it as soon as she took hold.

"I've been waiting for you, my Master. I knew there would be a reason you didn't claim me immediately."

I looked at her but couldn't remember her.

Lynne came running up and hugged Dawnstar. Then I remembered! Dawnstar; her name alone should have told me where she was from. She was one of the Count's girls, the second girl who let me examine her just before everything turned to shit. Umber and Susan joined the group hug while my other girls look on bemused.

The last I'd seen of her was when I asked someone to take her to the slaves quarters. Somehow she'd found her way into the Marines mess. And they'd kept her.

Karolina came to my side, "Need girl collar Boss."

"Yes we do, my Precious. Yes we do..." I said.

Sasha held onto my arm, "Can you use one of the leather ones that the other girls had?" she asked. "I brought them with us in the display case."

"We can, they all have new collars now. I think they like them."

"Paul, my darling, you really can be dense at times. All of the girls absolutely love their new collars, they spend ages looking at them in the mirrors." Sasha looked at me and shook her head.

"He is be man. Not make better Mistress."

"I know Karolina, but I love him as he is."

"Then is gooder not try change."

"Yes Karolina, precious, it is gooder not try change." Sasha looked up at me, "I think I'll keep him as he is."

Sasha and I sat at one end of the long gallery. Harold and Cecy sat to my left and Chiefy sat to my right, all ready to watch our collar ceremony. My girls were at the other end of the gallery trying to explain the ceremony to Dawnstar. She however kept looking up at me a huge grin on her face, she was almost dancing.

Finally Karolina felt that she either knew what she would be asking me for and what her real options were, or that we had better let Dawnstar ask for her collar before she wet herself with excitement. I'm really not sure which.

The girls parted and I finally got to see Dawnstar, she was, of course, naked and as she came to me she kept bouncing with unsuppressed joy. At last she knelt in front of me and held out her collar on her opened palms.