43 Katie`s story 2 - Sex Stories

43 Katie`s story 2

... show Katie to her rooms and give her the tour. She rose, and followed the tail coated butler wordlessly. They ascended perhaps a hundred feet on the staircase and then abruptly turned into one of the numerous doors this one a red one labelled to her distress “slave” in chromium letters. Chambers smiled, at her shocked face, saying that in effect that is what she was, so it was apt. The door led to a series of three rooms linked together, by two doorways the two larger rooms a bedroom, palatial and well bedded and a sitting room complete with sofa television and table the smaller a toilet, bath and shower. Chambers said she was responsible for the cleaning of these rooms, and your offices, he led her down to the next level, here was another red door, marked “slaves office” and with a flourish he opened it here is your office, another three rooms directly below her new home slightly larger than the slave flat due to the taper of the tower. The smallest a wet room with a toilet, the second a dungeon complete with whipping block, dentist chair, cross, whips, straps chains, clamps, you name it and it was here, the third a bedroom this with a four poster. Oddly or perhaps ominously there were no doors between rooms in this whole sweet. The butler handed her, the key to the office, saying she would not be required this night so she was to settle herself in, she asked about clothes, and was dismayed to find that she was to use the last woman`s clothes some fresh would be ordered if ...

... she was of a different size though he doubted they would be vastly different. When guests were here she would be wearing nothing more than a housecoat at any time, Chambers then nodded before withdrawing. She began examining the contents of the curved wardrobe, and the curved sideboard, the last incumbent, if the labels did not lie had been named Elizabeth, she had been big of breast, at 40D, not greatly different to Katie`s double d 38s, she could manage if she must, her height must have been around the same, but her remaining sizes were not apparent, all the remaining clothing being stretchy trousers, or tea shirts, track suits and vests, there were an assortment of housecoats, dressing gowns and nightdresses. In the shower room the usual shampoos, perfumes, makeup, and the like abounded, though the content of the cabinet made her shudder there being plasters, bandages, lint, and a large bottle of wych-hazel marked “for bruising” along with some antiseptic cream and some anaesthetic lotion. Showered and redressed in clean nightdress she sat and watched the television, normality, the news, no mention of her or her disappearance, she did not expect it in her heart of hearts. The door knocked and she answered it to find Jess his eye blacked standing at the step, his father had given him the eye for losing her so easily. She asked him in and treated the eye with the creams and potions in the cabinet, saying she was sorry she had tried to escape but that he would have done the ...