I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

... Louisa and Hanna already go swimming together." That threw off my train of thought. "You mean they're lovers? I thought you said they fancied me?" "You said a woman could like both men and woman, I think they do." Oh my, this was getting intriguing. "But I told you, I couldn't do that, I'm their employer." "They were most disappointed when I told them about your reservations." "Would you have me compromise my principles? I'm sure you could persuade me if you tried." "Hmm. I'll bring it up the next time Will is in my mouth." "I'm tempted to take him out now, but I hate to remind you that would be evil." "Bah! you're no fun." I though I'd better change the subject, "We should have tea." I rang the bell and soon James entered. "Your tea Sir and Madam." "Thank you James, you may leave us to it." "Very good sir." Said James leaving the room. "Have you ever had tea?" I enquired of Maria. "No, I never have." "I'm quite partial to it myself. I'm not sure of the current fashion, but I like it with milk." I poured a little milk in the cups and some of the liquor from the silver pot. I passed a cup to Maria. "You might find this a little challenging, some find it more palatable with sugar." I raised my cup my lips and sipped. "Ahhh." I thought I'd better warn Maria, "Careful it is quite hot." She took a tentative sip, she didn't look particularly impressed. "Perhaps some sugar." I spooned a small amount of sugar into her tea and stirred. She took another sip. "Yes that helped. This is ...

... quite a strange brew. I may get used to it." "It might help to have drunk it from birth." I suggested. "It also goes well with these." I said finding the scones." This is the treat I promised you." Maria perked up. "What are they." "These are scones. They're only part of the treat, they go particularly well with this cream and this jam." I'd verified with cook that clotted cream was known and she could produce some. She also found some jam, I'm not sure what fruit though. I cut the scone in two, spooned on some cream and some jam and rejoined the two halves. I passed it to Maria and assembled my own. "Try it, this is the greatest expression of English cuisine, and bit into the scone." Cook had excelled. Maria was studying me as I ate the scone. "By the look of you, it must exceed ambrosia itself." and she took a bite. "Mmm. Ooh. That is good. I'm not sure its better than chocolate, but good." The scones didn't last long, washed down with the tea. Then we started on the sandwiches, and ended with the candies, including more chocolate. As we ate and drank we discussed the situation. "What of your future then Maria?" "I don't know. I'm confused. You've showed me so much. I trust you, I'm looking to you for guidance." "Well, you could extend the offer you made originally. I could draw up papers to make you a slave again. I find the prospect tempting to have you for myself, to use as I wanted. I'm sure I could find lots of ways for you to amuse me. This option does have certain ...